Wild Blue, Yonder
"…at the time of incident, one was not conscious of such a feeling and only became so in the retelling. It is as inexplicable as looking all afternoon at a gray stone of a beach and not realizing, until one tries to put it on canvas, that it is in reality bright blue." - Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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A single blue jay perched on a maple tree branch.
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